Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

Truth Hurts

(Billie covers her mouth and runs from the ballroom crying. I just sit in the middle of the ballroom. Feeling stunned, embarrassed and totally humiliated. I get up as I notice people whispering, staring at me. I walk over to the bar and order a Long Island iced tea. This is followed by a second one, then a fourth. I have no idea how long I was there. The barkeeper cuts me off after a while. A hand touches my back.)

"David?"

(I spin around and fall off the bar stool. I stagger to my feet as Billie helps me back onto the stool.)

"Hey...I know you! You're...you're...well...whoever you are!"

"Oh my God! You're drunk!"

"Nah... I'm not as think as you drunk, I am!"

"C'mon, let me help you back to our room."

(Staggers)"We got a room together?"(Giggles)

"Yes...and when we get there, you and I are going to have a long talk. Got that?"

(Slurs)"Okay-Pokey."

(We get into the elevator and go up to our floor. Billie keys open the door, and I stagger towards the bathroom.)

"Serves you right to be sick. Don't you realize that you shouldn't be drinking while on epilepsy medication?"

"Worst that can happen is, I die of a seizure."(I mumble in reply, between throwing up.)

"That's not funny, David."

(I walk slowly out of the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed, with my head in my hands. My stomach ached from throwing up. Billie puts her arms around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. For some reason, her touching me made me feel worse. Then I remembered why.)

"Will you knock it off." (I mumble.)

"You're upset with me...that's understandable. I owe you an explanation. Me getting pregnant...it wasn't by accident. I... intentionally stopped taking the pill. I wanted to get pregnant."

(I stare at Billie. My head was pounding, which made it hard to put two and two together.)

"What...what are you talking about?"

"I'm the one who told my management that I wanted the no sex clause put into effect during our tour."

"You...but...why?"

"I wanted to get pregnant, but I wasn't sure to who."

"But...if not me...then...?"

"I'm not saying I don't want a baby with you...I mean...it wasn't my original plan."

(My stomach churns as Billie's words begin to penetrate the fog in my brain.)

"Your brother?"

"Yes...but I love you as well."

(I fall off the bed and stagger towards the bathroom, as I vomit some more. There's the sound of stuff being knocked over...then silence.)

"Hey, you okay in there?"

(No reply.)

"Hey c'mon, at least answer me. We need to talk this out."

(More silence. Billie gets off the bed and pushes the bathroom door open.)

"David?"

(Billie finds me on the floor convulsing, blood running from my nose.)

"NOOOOO!!"

(She grabs the hotel phone and calls 911. Hours later, Billie is in my hospital room, holding my hand as she cries. She didn't know what to do. The doctor had told her I would be fine, just had to wait for my body to restart itself. She couldn't call her parents, or Finneas. She was in enough deep shit as is. As if on cue...her phone rings. It was her best friend Zoe on Face Time.)

(Mumbles)"Hi Zoe."